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chocolate, death, food, funny,
Sandy was a chocoholic,
The worst I've ever seen!
If she didn't eat some daily,
She'd become crazy mean!
It didn't matter what kind it was,
Ice cream, cake, pie or candy,
As long as it was chocolate,
Sandy was fine and dandy!
Then one day the unthinkable happened,
To the chocolate loving miss,
While eating her favorite candy,
She choked on a chocolate kiss!
"Death by chocolate," the coroner concluded,
As to the cause of Sandy's death.
At least she died doing what she loved,
Eating chocolate til her last breath.
11/21/11 for Natalie the Rogue Rhymer's
"Die a fun Death" contest
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
childhood, death, food
No Bread. Why?
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Big round dark eyes staring at forgetfulness.
Eating nothingness, feeling helplessness.
Scavenging the streets for morsels finding hopelessness.
Foraging to fill a swollen abdomen full of emptiness.
Holding death securely within mothers’ bleakness.
Too hungry to show love and too hungry to cry-
But not too hungry to die-
Mankind’s blindness and heaped up forgetfulness, sighs.
animal, death, food, how i feel, meaningful,
Sonnet for a Vegan
No, No, No I won’t eat meat,
Breeding Animals to slaughter and eat.
Lambs, Chickens, Turkey and Cow,
Killing for food seems wrong somehow.
We treated him well, Farmer said
Lamb was 8 months before stunned dead.
Nice bit of Veal only 12 weeks old,
Beautiful and tender the Butcher sold.
Now I’m in a minority, under 2 percent,
Just another oddball with feelings to vent.
Nut Roast my treat on Christmas Day,
Does God eat meat, I’ll ask him when I pray.
So, No, No I won’t eat meat,
Save the young Lamb, so he might bleat.
death, food, life, love, peace, philosophy,
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.
Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.
Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.
Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.
food, health, life, love, sympathy,
Love is like sugary foods:
some people don`t need it at all!
beauty, death, food, garden, home, life, nature,
weave silver silk tapestries
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
absence, age, angel, anti bullying, august, baseball, bereavement,
My God, i cant stay quiet,
for i took the wrong diet,
maybe i should have cooked it,
but impatience made me eat,
could not wait for lunch,
for i was hungry that much,
the dished passed across my nose,
waking up my hunger dose.
pass me the dish please,
i said with ease,
for i am hungry,
and when am hungry i get angry.
A thrust into the plate,
with great ecstasy i ate,
each spoon had a different story.
Things later went sour,
felt bad at the wrong hour,
vomiting, my stomach broken,
whats the cause: food poison.
EzyFabanatu All Rights Reserved © 28th
orange scattered skies
an awaited breeze
watching the birds
form tree to trees
a thunder clap
distance dusk howling sounds
then the unmistakable movement
it slashes, ripping, gurgling moans
just a victim of the game
on top of the food chain
as I walk I cast a shadow long
blend in café ridden side walks
it’s moves are precise
just another prey in life
on top of the food chain
when you move you leave it clues
no doubt it’s on top of you
your eyes dart back and forth
moving from side to side
15 minutes of fame
My life on top of the food chain
food, kids, funny, god, philosophy, religion, science,
Had a fig Newton
Dropped it on the floor
God said, Let Newton be!
And all was right.
Until the Ants
autumn, death, depression, food, french, heart, wine,
In the city of young lovers
Of those lost philosophers
I rushed there to be
Walking along ancient stone
I was flooded
The rains would not stop
Depressions grasp soon to make me drop
Surrounded by poetry
Buried in the authors plume
Black ink crawls all over
Devouring what little was left of me
Celts marched long ago
In footsteps I silently trace the sadness
The blood of angst fills me heart
I can no longer live inside those stories of lore
Rains keep falling
Rain pouring over me
Surrounded by books
I succumb to my death you know as
The Paris Floods
Drowned by poetry
eulogy, food, hilarious, people, thanks,
I had a short life but didn't think my fate
Would be ending up on a Thanksgiving plate
But I won't be giving thanks on this day for I'm not able
It's because I'm laid out on a Thanksgiving table
I'm not stupid as people have said
I had small pleasures like a scratch on my head
Though I never thought I'd end up dead
With my insides greatly over-filled
I've been dressed even though I've been killed
adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
animals, death, hope, inspirational, food, rainbow,
Heaven's Rainbow Bridge
green grass and blue skys
fresh water and food to eat
no hunger--no pain
dear friends wait beyond
prismatic spectrumed colours
heaven's rainbow bridge
In 1994, William N. Britton wrote the , "Legend of Rainbow Bridge". It is a hope filled story of where all (pets) "special friends" go when they leave this earth. It's a place of "beautiful meadows, grassy hills...fresh spring water...plenty of their favorite food to eat...others to play with...". That place is called "Rainbow Bridge" and it is where they wait until we get there, "just this side of Heaven", so we may go in together. db
adventure, animals, childhood, daughter, death, fear, food, children, forgiveness, friendship, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope, life, loss, love, mother, music, peace, romance, love,
or tired love?
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!
animals, death, food, loss, love, nature, sad, seasons, sympathy
Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.
She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.
In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.
And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing,
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.
M. Hussain Effendi
animals, death, food, nature,
Widow in making
meal tray on her lap
dining table set for two
mocking the widow
Competition 'get your Senryu on'.
Submitted 11th April 2015
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
adventure, animals, death, food, funny, imagination, life, nature, people, pets, places, religion, science, sea, travel,
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
character, food, goodbye, grief, literature, psychological, suicide,
Rebel to the core
a story teller
brother in arms
we all march to the same reaper
bountiful the smiles
giver of kindness
the greatest Houdini act of all time
all in the eyes
all in the eyes
all in good time
Black holes with no visions
ripping one from the inside out
finally there is only one path
To the lights
take away the darkness
death is your only suitor
your last dance
animal, death, food, water,
Tanka – Anaconda
Wandering eyes spots dinner.
Standing by the water’s edge
Relishes his final sip.
death, food, funny, life,
when my body is done
put me in an oven
and bury my ashes in a
sea salt shaker
scatter me sparingly
as you would
a fine condiment
in a recipe
into your daily life
during its preparation
we may add the flavor
and the texture
of the past
when it is all gone
the sea salt shaker
absence, bereavement, death, food, grief, loss, mother,
Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands.
Cold are her rustic pots and pans.
Stained are the pages of her favorite cookbook.
Lull hangs her ladle on its metal hook.
Hiding on the ceiling is the once dancing steam
of beef stroganoff's sour cream.
Silent is the spatula that served family guests.
Quietly the food processor rests.
Daddy can only cook up a sweat,
and I'm too young to read a recipe yet.
There's no warmth in the kitchen since mama's decease.
These objects are resting, but not in grease.
animals, art, black african american, brother, business, computer-internet, cowboy-western, daughter, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, father, fear, food, children, funeral, history, hope, god, spring, water, god, spring, water,
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
childhood, death, depression, food, parody, philosophy, sad, satire,
Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died
death, food, life
Dollars always help .
But the parched earth always wins .
More than dough required .
Inspired by Sami's "piece of bread" , contest .